I hadn't seen her all night, hadn't wanted to see her all night; but there she was.

Her cotton candy scent charged through me, locking my legs in place. She stood behind me, her hot breath blowing down my neck, her fingers on my lower belly, implying she yearned to get closer to my already wet center.

Olivia.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, unwilling to draw attention from the two women sucking face not far from us. If they saw us, the spell was broken; and I'd be in deep, deep trouble.

"Oh, don't play coy with me," said Olivia, her words whooshing directly into my ear, her lips grazing my skin. "You want this, you want me, and you can't claim otherwise. No matter how hard you try to avoid me. You'd have walked away already if you didn't."

I gulped. Of course I wanted this, wanted her; but it was the aftermath that I wasn't looking forward to. The questions I'd have, the expectations she'd have, and the disappointment from Axel when he found out—because he would find out. Of that, I was sure.

I tried to recoil, to break free from her, but her arms—stronger than I remembered—kept me in place, her hand still dangerously close to that spot. Even though my dress' fabric blocked her from fully accessing me, knowing she was there, inches from titillating me in all the wrong ways.

The odd rush, the thrill of her body behind me, seeping heat into my back, my bones, put me off. I wanted to run, but at the same time, I...

I wanted her. Plain and simple. Though there was, in truth, nothing simple about anything involving her. Everything in me screamed, begged me to force my way out of her embrace and make a mad dash for my life.

And yet the tiniest tone reverberated through me, pleading with me to stay where I was. To let this play out. To enjoy her touch one final time; some wicked closure I hadn't realized I'd needed this badly.

No one would know...

They were all inside getting hammered. Dancing, grinding, too busy to care about the wedding planner on the terrace, and the makeup artist holding her. Or the brides, on the verge of fucking each other, thinking they were well enough hidden to not be seen.

How one wouldn't notice their exposed breasts, their nipples erect and plump and perfect for licking—

"Doesn't it bring back memories?" Olivia's silky timbre made me tremble, made me almost collapse into her. She was good at that; using the right words and the right voice to entice me. It was how she'd kept me with her for so long, beyond the point of when I should have left her.

Before she left me.

There we stood like creeps, watching Estelle and Mollie getting it on—and oh, boy, were they getting it on. They tickled each other's hardened peaks, alternating between featherlight swaps of their fingers, and flicks of their tongues. They kissed, they touched, they rubbed up against one another, their every move sensual and smooth.

It was so incredibly hot that even without the threat of Olivia's hands near my pleasurable spots, I might have been close to a climax myself.

I didn't need the physical pressure against my center to sense myself pulsating, aroused at the delicious sight of the brides. They were gorgeous, sexy, powerful women, hiding on a terrace to fuck each other senseless between speeches and dances. It was a secretive encounter, and an incredible turn-on; and I was beyond grateful that I'd stumbled upon it.

But then there was Olivia.

There was the question of how she'd located me, how she'd cornered me. It boiled my blood, and I craved to turn around and smack her, but at the same time...

I wanted to see how far she'd go. How far she'd take this before she said something to piss me off or stopped pleasuring me out of spite.

And I wanted to remember how it felt, to be touched by a woman. Witnessing Estelle and Mollie together did bring back memories of Olivia and me. Of furtive kisses in nightclub bathrooms, of hurried finger-fucking in back-seats of cabs. Rushed touches in the morning, before work; in depth caresses at night, under cover of the darkness.

I missed it. I missed her. But oh, by God, I hated her, too. I hated everything she'd done to me, how she'd pushed me away, how she'd shunned me, abandoned me to pursue her dreams.

She could have had both, the dreams of fame and me, but she decided otherwise.

My heart wasn't hers anymore, and never would be. But...was it so bad to let her touch me, here and now? Was it so wrong to get off together as we watched two deliriously attractive women having sex?

They were out here; they knew the risks of being caught by anyone. They wouldn't be that upset if they saw us.

Would they?

"It's hot, huh?" Olivia's tongue tipped against the skin of my ear, and I shuddered. Her hand dipped lower, the edge of her pinky now within reach of my slit, over my dress. "Making out on a terrace in the back of a club. We did that a few times."

Chills crawled up my arms. If I nodded, I'd be agreeing, and agreeing with Olivia was dangerous. If I flipped around and shoved her, as my conscience told me to, I'd risk her seeing the lust all over my face, and then she'd kiss me, and then—

No, I couldn't budge. Any acknowledgment would lead this, would lead us, to something we'd both regret. No matter how much we craved it at that moment.

Her pinky tickled at the beginning of my slit, shifting the fabric of my dress against the dampness of my underwear.

"Hmm, groping at asses and tits. Lowering tops, licking nipples. Sliding fingers under dresses..." I sensed her pulling up my dress as she said this, the material shifting against my thighs. It was a slow, deliberate move, to indicate what her intentions were; to give me a chance to stop her, if I wanted to.

I didn't. I couldn't.

"Hmmm, and soon," my dress inched up a little more, "they'll be exploring wet pussies."

I convulsed, and she wasn't even technically touching me yet. Only her pinky toying with me, and her hands tugging the dress hem up, up, up—it was now near the top of my thigh. A gush of air slithered under the material, coating my skin with goosebumps.

Estelle and Mollie were half undressed, and it appeared my clothes would soon join theirs on the floor.

It had been years since I'd let anyone do something so bold; exposing my naked flesh to any and all who'd stumble out there.

I couldn't be more grateful that so far, no one had come.

Olivia's breaths fluttered into my ear, flurried down my neck. Part of me still needed to pull away; but the other, daring part had to let her do this, to let this run its course. I was so turned-on, and craved that release. So wasn't it easier, better, sexier to allow Olivia to take care of that for me?

Olivia's fingers tiptoed under my dress and made their way to my underwear. One graze of her fingertip, and she caught on to how much she'd aroused me.

"Fuck," she moaned into my ear, "you're absolutely turned on, aren't you? So much, baby. I love it."

I only swallowed in response, tensing against her. My dress was thin, and through it I felt her nipples hardening against my back.

Fuck, if she was turned on, too, this would become all the more difficult.

She snuck my panties aside, diving into my drenched pussy without further teasing. "Wow," she breathed, "you're so, so wet for this, sweetheart. And for me, yeah?"

Olivia's dirty talking was another thing I'd always loved about her. Another thing I'd always been unable to resist. She knew how to formulate the words to make my legs shake, and when my legs shook...it was usually already too late.

"Vivi," she whispered, using her other hand to move the hair from my neck so she could plant delicate kisses along my skin. "Vivi, please, tell me you're liking this. Me, touching you, as we watch them touching each other."

"Yes," I let out, against my will. I hadn't meant to address her directly. If I ignored her, allowed her to make me come, and then remained quiet as she walked out, we could pretend this never happened. We could never speak of it again, and both be satisfied.

Olivia thrived on giving others pleasure, strangely enough. Selfish and self-centered as she was in her career, she was generous in her sex life.

"Ah, there you are." Olivia's finger found my most sensitive spot, as I knew she would. She twirled around it, her chest pressing harder into me as her breaths accelerated. "Gosh, Vivi...look at you coating me. Baby..."

Her finger's movement grew faster, and my thighs struggled to support my shaking. "Fuck," I mumbled, eyes rolling back as the pressure of Olivia's touch began to take its toll on me.

I hardly noticed Estelle and Mollie anymore. They were still at it, passing into the finger-fucking stage themselves, as Estelle's hand was hidden beneath Mollie's dress. Mollie had one foot propped up on a nearby stone bench, widening her opening.

I wanted to do the same thing, to grant Olivia better access, but we were too far from benches or tables. And if I tried to take this elsewhere, it'd kill the mood. It'd make me rethink everything, and I didn't want to think, not tonight, not for the next few nights.

I just wanted to remember Olivia's touch and her expert pussy-teasing; the only things I missed from not being with her anymore.

"Keep watching them as I make you come," she said, licking along my ear before returning to smooch my neck. "Look how fucking hot they are. I'd fuck them, but we're friends, so..."

I wriggled about, knowing I should resist her, but it was so good. So good. I'd missed the feel of a woman, the touch of a woman, the knowledge of a woman caressing my body with skill and practice.

Not that Axel wasn't amazing, but there was something else about women doing the deed.

Especially women like Olivia.

Estelle and Mollie carried on, still with no clue they were being watched. What would they do if they caught us? Cover up and balk at us? Scold us? Or...ask us to join?

I nearly climaxed at the thought alone. Olivia and I wandering over, removing our dresses, settling onto the benches with our legs apart and our pussies wet and ready for them—

"Ahhh," I bit my lips to prevent further sounds from ripping out, as Olivia's strokes grew quicker and quicker.

"Yeah?" Olivia smiled against my neck, slipping another finger into my wetness as she snuck her other one into my crevice. "You're going to come so hard, I can't wait."

I was about to come, and the more I remembered how bad and risky this was, the more I knew it would indeed be an explosive climax. One that would be difficult to contain and not scream about.

"Olivia," I said, so softly I wasn't sure she heard me. "I'm about to...I'm..."

"She knows, by the way," she said, stroking, bringing my throbbing clit seconds away from its conclusion.

"Huh?" I was dizzied by her touches, unsure if I understood her words.

"Estelle?" Olivia's tongue lapped over my ear, cruising down my neck. She thrust herself against my ass, securing me with her finger that was inside me. "She knows that you and I dated. Didn't stop her from hiring me. She actually thought it'd be fun to watch how we interacted, after everything."

I'd been close, so fucking close to the culmination of my arousal—and she had to spit that out?

"No." I wriggled out of her clutches, ripping her finger from inside me with a wince. "No, you did not just tell me that."

"Oh?" I hadn't turned around to see her yet, but I knew the face she was making; innocence, licking her pouty lips, eyes wide and cartoonish. "Why? I thought it'd make you come faster—"

"—why," I spun at last, fire gushing out my mouth, "would you think that?"

I gasped, realizing I'd been loud. Really loud. Loud enough for Estelle and Mollie to be perturbed, for them to hear us, freak out, yell at us.

But when I swung back to check on them, to face the consequences...they were gone. Vanished.

Either they heard us and hid behind the hedges, or they'd found another means to escape.

Estelle and Mollie and their exquisite half-naked bodies were no longer in my line of sight.

"Fuck," I said, frustration growing in my gut. I'd been about to come, about to let go of all my inhibitions and stress, and Olivia had to go and ruin it? "Fuck. This," I kept my back to her, fists tight at my sides, "is why we're not together anymore, Olivia. This is why it all ended. Because you only think of yourself."

The sound of the beaded curtains swaying reached my ears. I presumed Olivia had fled the scene, pouting or scowling or cursing under her breath.

Then the curtains shifted again, so I assumed the coast was clear. I slowly twisted to ensure she was gone—

She'd left, yes; but I wasn't alone. Someone else stood in her place. Someone I didn't want to see, couldn't bear to, especially not after all this.

I wouldn't be able to take a breather before returning to the crowded room, to continue avoiding her, and avoiding him.

Because he was right there, in the threshold. Axel. He held on to the beaded curtain to keep it open, his eyebrows raised, something akin to anger flashing in his eyes, turning them to molten gold.

Axel Levine had heard me yelling at Olivia, and the way he looked at me told me he had a few questions. None that I'd enjoy answering.

Fuck.

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